Amara's POV
The school hallway buzzed with its usual energy—students laughing, gossiping, and rushing to their classes. I tried to blend in, keeping my head low as I walked toward the library.
Just as I turned the corner, a familiar voice rang out, sharp and filled with venom.
"There she is, the little tramp."
I froze, my stomach sinking as I recognized her—Jaxon's girlfriend. She was flanked by a group of her friends, their gazes fixed on me like vultures circling prey.
“What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Her lips curled into a sneer. “Oh, don’t play innocent, Amara. We all know what you’re doing.”
I frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?”
She stepped closer, her eyes blazing with fury. “Because of you, Jaxon has been avoiding me. W
